[Verse:]Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit realWho’s sittin’ in the Bookings? Charged, direct saleThird shootout… who was fightin’ for positions?Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchenPaper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack itYou fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacketBitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watchI swear to God I think I had the same vision that K hadWoke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad”Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggasAll you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggasI had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughtsStart shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball courtI want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boyGet in the way, you gon’ take you a trip to Deramores

[Hook:]I’m dreamin’ of…My dream of freedom…Financial freedom

[Verse 2:]This is to big bags of bread and some coke, niggaYou can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, niggaWe was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiersOpen your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told youOn the island, got that burner, got the flamethrowerA couple niggas got blown, I got my name knownOver the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewnI got connections – look, bitch, I’m connectedAnd I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect itOr get dealt with, I’ll break you off properYou ready to die, huh? Too much Big PoppaEasy – nigga chill or get laid outI’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘boutI do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonelyI got that tek with that cooling system on me,You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie

[Hook:]I’m dreamin’ of…My dream of freedom…Financial freedom

[Verse 3:]We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ overGrab a gat, bring the crack back with baking sodaBridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know usNorth Pole, nah, Southside produce the colasWe’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught usWe’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on usIf you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boyShoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot forFuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinnerYou screw your face the fuck up, you goin’ through what?The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew upNigga stand down or get manned downMack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it aroundYou gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed upHit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up